A black tie adventure with doesntsing

[allbedestroyed]

For a man whose perfect day involves hiking out into the wilderness alone to track a rare animal, an evening at a fancy party is not something to look forward to. The only consolation is in having good company to share it with. Making sure his friend has a good time is a much better goal than schmoozing the other guests.

After going through the ordeal of renting a tuxedo, and a car, he's around to pick Miriam up at the address she provided. Muldoon is uncomfortable in the unfamiliar clothing, and apprehensive about surviving an upper class dinner, but at least he knows he'll be in some good company. Worst comes to worst, Miriam will have some extra material to work with for her shows.

Ringing the doorbell, Muldoon tries not to look as awkward as he feels.

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[allbedestroyed]

"British forces, part of the North African campaign. But I kept my feet firmly on the ground."

To her question he just nods and heads to his luggage to start looking for something suitable. Unfortunately he doesn't have much in the way of comfortable clothing. After a bit of looking he presents her with two options, one in either hand.

"A blue button-up or a plain t-shirt," he offers. "Which would you like?"

((No problem! The AU is just begging to be used! Just had to do some maths. Plus one of my favourite pics of his PB is 50s setting military, so living the dream!))

[doesntsing]

“No planes or boats for you?” Midge asks with a smile. “Thank you for your service.” The British stood alone against the Nazis for a year until the US joined the war. She can’t help but respect that.

“T-shirt,” she replies, taking it from him. It’s big enough on her that it hangs down to about her hips. Perfect.

While he finishes doing whatever else he needs to do, Midge gets back into the bed. It feels oddly domestic, getting ready for bed with him like this. Despite the fact that she and Robert are still getting to know each other, she’s very comfortable with him and with this whole situation.

[allbedestroyed]

"You're welcome. And no. I'm much better on land than anywhere else." He's gotten well versed at keeping talk of the war superficial. Although he had practice from a much younger age than most at filtering out less than acceptable topics.

With her out of the bathroom he takes the opportunity to clean himself up and get ready for bed. He'll even oblige any late night cuddling she might want to do. As if he would deny her anything.

[doesntsing]

She won’t ask questions, at least not tonight. Most people who were in the war don’t like talking about it. From what little she’s heard, she can’t blame them. She’s met Holocaust survivors and hearing about their experiences is hard enough.

When he returns to bed, Midge indeed cuddles up to his side, tentatively at first. “Thank you for showing a girl a good time tonight.”

[allbedestroyed]

He might not be cuddly, but he does enjoy knowing he's taken care of her tonight. Though his display of gratitude worked out rather nicely for him as well.

"Thank you for saving me from the bloodthirsty upper class."

[doesntsing]

“Of course,” Midge replies with a grin. “Anytime.”

She leans over to kiss him, her lips lingering on his for a moment before pulling back and settling down next to him.

“Goodnight.”